Hamilton One Shots

John Laurens x Reader

Warning- self harm, not eating, overworking, panic attack mention

Modern au - (Y/n)'s pov (will switch)

My eyes are burning. I've been working for a solid two days (with the exception of bathroom breaks). I guess I need to explain, huh?

I'm a writer. I'm currently trying to research the revolutionary period to learn more about the timing of my new romance novel. I cannot leave this computer for any reason. Besides, my boyfriend is gone so I can finally get away with not eating. He acts like it's the end of the world when I don't eat. He's all like, "It isn't healthy to starve yourself!" So I retort, "Me not eating for a few days isn't starving myself! It's like a short term diet!" It's not my fault I'm insecure!

So I haven't slept or ate since he left, and I've cut once because of a panic attack. Luckily he won't be back for a few more days, so I have time to compose myself before he gets back. He won't even know that he was gone.

We've texted a few times, but usually I'll tell him that I have to sleep, or make up some other excuse on why I can hardly text.

He had to go to South Carolina, because of his father's birthday or something. I was never fond of his father, and his father was never that fond of me so I decided against going with him. So I've been here, in my office writing every day since he left.

John's pov

Well, that was fun! My sister Mary just came out as lesbian, and was kicked out by my father so I invited her to live with me and (Y/n). Also because of the family drama, we decided to leave early.

I helped Mary bring her bags to the front door as I gently opened it not wanting to wake (Y/n), should they be sleeping. I step inside not noticing anything off at first, then I notice the door to (Y/n)'s office was open and they were hunched over their desk holding a razor to their arm.

"Mary, go straight upstairs. You know where the guest room is. Do not come down until I say so alright?" I say to her, sternly. She nods, slightly scared, and goes upstairs.

I run to (Y/n)'s office and kneel beside them.

"(Y/n), (Y/n)? (Y/N)! (Y/N), baby! Come on, wake up!" I say frantically as I tap the side of their face lightly.

They slowly open their eyes, "J-J-John? John, Wha-What, what ha-happened?" They say sitting up some and looking around.

"I came home early, and I found you passed out, and well, if you look in your hand and on your arm you'll see why."

They looked down and noticed the small pool of blood on the table. "Oh, no! I'm sorry babe! I wish it was easier to resist, but without-"

"Shhhhh," I put a finger to their lips, "It's okay. I know it's hard, but why don't we get you cleaned up, then I'll make dinner and we can talk about this later, ok?"

They nod, too weak to speak, then we do exactly as I said. I clean up the cuts, making sure to kiss every one before wrapping their arm up. Then I cook some dinner and call Mary back down to eat with us.

"So (Y/n), I hope you don't mind Mary living with us now." I say after explaining my early return.

"Of course! You know I love your siblings." They say with a false positivity, trying to cover up for the events of earlier.

Having Mary around seemed to help (Y/n) some with their self harm, starving themself and overworking. Maybe one day we'll have our own kids to help them out!

Sorry! Didn't know how to end that! So anyways, thanks for reading!